Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
With a skilled roll of his hips, I lose all train of thought. The only thing that matters right now is him and me and this life we’re starting to build together.
Everything is perfect, and I won’t let a damn thing take it from us.
Chapter 35
Quinten
When Hayden’s alarm goes off on her new phone, I resist the urge to grab it and smash the damn thing against the wall. It’s not because I’m tired. We’ve gotten plenty of rest between getting to know each other the last couple of days.
No, that sound means we can no longer hide away. Despite numerous appeals in the last eighteen hours, she still insists on going back to a job she hates, saying it would be rude and unprofessional to just quit. I tried reasoning with her, explaining that no one would bat an eye after what happened the last time she was there, but she’s going into the office anyway.
“Give me just one more day,” I grumble as I press my lips between her shoulder blades.
Being the big spoon to her little one has got to be the most amazing thing in the world.
“Do you really think that’s going to work?” she whispers, her voice still rough from sleep, and the hard-on I have pressed against her back throbs at the huskiness of it.
“What?” I tease, giving my hips another roll.
“You know what.”
Her stomach twitches as I run my fingers just below her navel. “Are you telling me my morning wood doesn’t turn you on?”
She groans, her body shifting a little.
“That I won’t find you… look at that, slick and hot. Stay home, and I’ll make you come.”
“You’ll make me come anyway,” she whispers, her leg lifting and angling back to rest on mine, opening herself up for me.
“I could stop.”
“You won’t.” And already she knows me so well.
I bite at her shoulder as she lets me work her over, my cock a steel pipe between us.
It doesn’t take long for her climax, but it never does. The woman is a jolt of pure adrenaline to my ego.
“Thank you,” she pants, her hand patting mine before she climbs out of the bed.
“Really? Are you just going to leave me like this?”
I point to my naked body and straining dick when she tosses me a saucy look over her shoulder.
“You poor thing,” she teases. “Be a good boy and get in the shower so I can suck you off.”
I scramble out of the bed, nearly tripping and face-planting when the sheets tangle around my feet, but I’m in the shower, water turned on before she enters the bathroom a few seconds later.
She laughs at me as she climbs in with me, and my own lips turn up in a smile, and then my mouth hangs open in awe as she drops to her knees and takes the head of my cock into her perfect little mouth.
***
“Think people will notice that limp you seem to have?”
She glares at me, but there’s no fire in her eyes. “I know one way to make the soreness go away.”
“But honey,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her in the kitchen. “Then your knees and jaw will hurt all the time. Oomph.”
I step back, hand rubbing at the spot on my stomach where she just elbowed me.
“So violent.”
“Keep it up, mister,” she says, pointing her coffee spoon at me in warning. “You have thirty minutes to get ready. No stalling. I’m going to work and will get an Uber if I think you’re dragging your feet.”
I wrap my arms around her once again as she turns back to stir her coffee. I press my lips to her neck and breathe her in.
I want to open my mouth and tell her how happy I am that she’s here, how much I’ll miss her while we’re apart, but I just can’t. I don’t want to scare her by going too fast. Knowing I’ll have a million chances in the future to express my feelings, I press a quick kiss to her cheek before stepping back and popping my hand against her perfect ass.
She glares at me over her shoulder as I walk away and blow her a kiss before ducking down the hallway. I know she’s serious about taking an Uber, so I dress quickly.
“Are you nervous?” I ask as we head in the direction of her work twenty-five minutes later.
“I’m terrified, but I figure I just need to rip the Band-Aid off, you know?”
“There’s nothing wrong with just taking a little more time. I know I’ve joked about you staying home forever, and I know that isn’t going to happen, but it hasn’t even been a week. What you experienced is traumatic. I can’t believe the people at your job are making you come back.”
“I’m going to look for a new job. I’ll probably start on my lunch break today, but Chance Harrison was the bad apple at the company, not everyone else. I hate leaving them in a lurch because of his greediness. There’s no telling what kind of mess I’m going to be dealing with. I wouldn’t be surprised if the FBI isn’t there going over all the records with fine-tooth combs.” She looks out the window as downtown St. Louis rolls past. “I may not even have a job soon. I don’t imagine the government is going to be very trustful of ViCorp after what happened last week. They may pull all contracts. The company won’t survive without those.”